Feng Yu made a simple adjustment and felt that he didn't consume much mana, so he stood up and explained: "We encountered a group of poisonous snakes with a Shuihan sect disciple. She was responsible for breaking up the rear, so we took the wounded and ran away first. Now let Li Ting and the others get settled so that I can pick her up."
Yun Shu nodded, threw a handful of things over, and said, "This is a fire talisman. The cold and cold air of Wushan Mountain nourishes those poisonous snakes. They are afraid of fire, so they may be able to use it."
The fire talisman was not particularly precious. Yun Shu was a Taoist disciple, so of course he had learned this talisman early. He had quite a few of them on him. When it was windy and rainy, he was about to pick up someone who was resisting the poisonous snake, so he threw a handful of them away.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest." Feng Yu said politely, after asking about the formation in front of the stone gate, he carried a mulberry bow and hurried out to pick up Shui Ying.
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On the other side, Shui Ying's body was weak because the poison had not been completely resolved, and she was half leaning on Song Ping's arms, her eyes fixedly staring in all directions.
Song Ping gritted his teeth and shouted: "Wushu! Please help me, any reward is negotiable!" He knew that Wushu had seen their situation and only hoped to get help to get through this.
Ice Dew Pills are not considered to be top-notch elixirs. What he just gave Shui Ying was just a powder for snake venom. Using magic to activate the medicine can indeed suspend the toxicity.
But that snake is a spiritual beast, and it also has magical powers. The poison cannot be explained by ordinary methods at all. It still needs to settle down and force the poison out of the body bit by bit.
Delaying it any longer may put your life in danger.
Wu Shu looked at the two people from a distance, with a somewhat tangled expression. Now that the Snake King was only targeting the two of them, he would still be safe if he went around. For two Qingmen people, it might not be worth it to face such an enemy.
"He, who is he?" Shui Ying looked pale, glanced at Wu Shu, and asked.
"From Qingmen." Song Ping gritted his teeth.
"Ahem, Qingmen." Shui Ying's expression changed, and she suddenly said loudly: "Zuo Xiangqing was captured by my companions, and they want to kill her. If you help, I will persuade them to let her go.
Moreover, ahem, although I have joined the Night Sect now, I was once a disciple of the Shuihan Sect. I understand that this foggy mountain is even more dangerous behind it. If you can't let go of the sect's prejudices, you will be alone and helpless. "
After she said this with anger, she spit out another mouthful of blood. Looking at the brown-black blood, Song Ping became even more anxious and looked at Wu Shu with ferocious eyes.
Shui Ying's words still carry a lot of weight. Wu Shu can figure it out immediately and immediately confirms: "Junior Sister Zuo is in your hands?"
"Ha, not only that, but also Ouyang Song." Shui Ying said.
"How dare you hurt...hurt him!" Wu Shu suddenly became excited.
"Help me, I'll keep them safe." Shui Ying's mouth was still bleeding, but she still insisted.
"Okay, don't go back on your word." Wu Shu shouted.
Once he made up his mind, he no longer hesitated and ran to the side quickly, obviously intending to bypass the Sea of Poisonous Snakes and climb over other rocks to get to the vicinity of the two of them.
However, an inaudible "hissing" sound came from a gap, and in an instant, half of the bamboo leaves looked at Wu Shu.
Wu Shu's expression also became ugly.
Song Ping's eyes suddenly stared at that place. It was the Snake King. This Snake King was quite intelligent and could completely understand the monk's language. ….
Song Ping secretly hated him, and quickly gathered his magic power to send a message to Wu Shu: - The Snake King can understand what we are saying. Please be careful and go around us. You can go around to our rear and clear the cracks in the vines and rocks first.
Wu Shu understood and stopped talking, just nodded.
On the other side, Song Ping also transmitted messages to Shui Ying, explaining that the Snake King could understand human speech.
Shui Ying's already pale face turned even paler. At this moment, the enemy was hidden and we were clear, and she was injured again. It was really extremely dangerous.
The flute sound in Song Ping's mouth continued to sound. His flute sound could actually confuse the minds of those little snakes, but most of those snakes had been stopped, so he was mainly targeting the Snake King now.
They stepped back step by step, but the next moment, another snake head popped out. Song Ping immediately resisted, but suddenly found that this snake was not right.
This bamboo leaf
Qing is much larger than ordinary snakes, but if you look closely, you can see that it is smaller than the snake king, but it was very fast just now, so people couldn't tell it immediately!
This is not the Snake King, it’s broken!
Wu Shu slashed at the snake, but the snake king had already bit his neck from the other side.
The mana surged wildly, and a high-pitched neighing sound came from the piccolo. It sounded extremely strange and shrill, and made some beads of sweat break out on Song Ping's forehead.
The Snake King stopped for a moment and shook his head, but this time was not enough for Song Ping to change his sword from one side to the other.
The flute sound just now consumed half of his mana.
But he still took advantage of this gap and twisted his body desperately to avoid the critical point.
The next moment, the snake king's huge mouth bit an arm firmly, and blood spurted out instantly.
"Ah——" This kind of pain is indescribable, as if the muscles and blood vessels have been torn apart, rows of teeth are embedded in it, and many tissues in the body have been severed.
That scream came from Shui Ying.
That arm is also watery.
Song Ping was almost crazy. At this moment, his sword finally turned around and struck the snake king hard. A bloody opening was cut out of the snake king's body, but it did not let go. Instead, it was tightly wrapped around the water. Ying.
"Ah!" Song Ping let out an angry roar, and flames appeared on his sword.
He was originally a fire spirit. At this moment, he used his martial arts to burn his sword and stabbed the seven inches of the Snake King fiercely.
Seeing the raging fire, the Snake King tried to run away, but Shui Ying suddenly held down the Snake King's head with her other hand.
But it still didn't work. The snake king's speed was too fast and his body was too slippery. Shuiying had no strength after being injured. It struggled hard and disappeared.
"What are you pressing? Who told you to catch it!" Song Ping knew he shouldn't shout like this, but he had such a temper, and fear at this moment made him unable to control himself.
The snake king has been injecting venom into Shuiying's body. Does she still want to die if she holds it down?
"You are a monk, why do you act like an ordinary boy?" Shui Ying smiled weakly.
Song Ping looked at the bloody wound and didn't understand why Shui Ying was still laughing. That was a mutated snake king, and its toxicity was not comparable to that of the ordinary Bamboo Leaf Green.
Shui Ying's arms were bloody, her blood vessels were bitten, and blood was gushing out. The poison had entered her body, making her flesh black and soft, and began to fester.
"I was already poisoned, but of course I feel better." Shuiying's voice was very calm, and her blue-black eyes were like black lakes. Even though she could hardly open her eyes because of the excruciating pain, she always had a trace of calmness.
Song Ping shook his hands and sprinkled the powder to stop the bleeding on her arm. He knew what she said made sense. If he was bitten by the snake king, they would have no chance at all.
But he was still afraid.
At this moment, he was extremely angry at Shui Ying's calmness and couldn't help but want to curse. However, because of the dangerous environment, he had to remain silent and observe the Snake King's next actions.
Almost going crazy.
A big man swinging around
